For all of you out there who claim to have been sedated because of a guy (1), claimed to have forgotten who that guy(1) is, then claimed to have fallen in love with another guy(2), then gone to las vegas and boned a random dude(3) on a first-come-first-serve basis, then arrived in london, claimed to love the vegas guy(3), then given head to the first guy(1), then met the other guy (2) and say you hated the guy you boned in vegas(3), and try to sabotage his friendship with the first guy(1),

it had to be done. subtle enough so that it got the message across to who needed to read it. im not going to explain myself here. just know it was, for me, and the state im in, the right thing to do. you'll probably not believe me. but im not here to destroy friendships.

oo niiiice poem dude, and an excellent image to go with the poem, although seeming quite..ummm (forgets the word he's looking for) (damnit) ...although seeming quite abstract? the emotion still powers through, and certain words are taken with great strengths. i also like the ending very much i do

Well, the only thing I find more retarded than this poem, is the fact that you seem to think it's the fault of someone other than you or your friend for losing that friendship. Nobody made you two split up as friends, both of you made a conscious decision to stop liking each other for whatever reasons. Friends don't let others "sabotage" their friendship, they don't try and place blame on anyone but themselves for being stupid about the simplest of things.

Whether or not "those of you" as you say in the description hate you or your friend makes no difference in the friendship you had at one time. It seems that both of you were too stupid to be friends in the first place, and probably deserved what you had coming to you.

if i were to say anything here, i fear id start an argument. and id probably find it humorous if an argument were started over this, of all things. what james said there was true. im not going to build on that. i think the matter at hand as finally found its end. glad you found the poem retarded. heh. i wouldve figured as much

if you find this piece depressing, or at least, have now come to what you believe to be the realisation that i am something you didnt believe to be. maybe i am. maybe im not. or maybe, the fact is, there are others around you, who you truly dont know that much about, and this was merely me leaving them behind. as i should have done a long time ago.

of course. maybe ignorance is bliss. whatever. believe what you want to believe, friend. the things in my head have no grudge with you

somehow strangely reminds me of fear and loathing in las vegas... Hmmmm.. but yeah
i really can't complain about the lines written. It's well done
"yet you veil every entrance with social slime" I adore that line.. Social Slime more like it, good stuff very deep.
What was your inspiration in writing this..
someone has boney knuckles..

LOL just don't punch me.... i might be at one of the devmeets in the UK soon.. i'm moving there in HOPEFULLY APRIL MAAHAHAHAHA.. i always sat around all envy like at your guys's devmeets and such now i can fucking go i'm just god damned spiffy like that.